I want to feel the cold morning breeze
dewdropp that moist the grass on my feet
the rising sun that look oh so sweet
the sound of the beautiful birds that chirp
I want to walk down the forest to the see
singing lullaby with the old oak tree
see beautiful flowers and tiny butterflies
run, ply and have fun
I want to touch the clouds in the sky
the sun, the moon and the stars
hear the voice of the angel's singing
for they are so lovely as the day
I wan to see my dreams coming true
throw my insecurities to the blue
turn the world into a living paradise
see the face of the people, surprise
I want to laugh and be happy
to love and be love in a way
hope my dreams be true someday
and me to say, 'this is me'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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